Page 5 of The Rebel

“Never,” I responded.

“And for you?” he asked the lady.

“Hmm.” I felt her eyes on me. “I like the sound of that. I’ll have the same.”

Even her voice was enticing, a tone that wasn’t whiny or demanding. Just smooth and alluring.

“Do you want to start a tab or charge the drinks to your room?”

“Tab,” I replied, but my voice was almost cut off when, at the same time, she said, “My room.”

The bartender had figured we were together.

I chuckled at that thought and reached for my wallet, handing him a card from inside. “Tab,” I repeated. “And the first round”—I nodded toward the gorgeous woman beside me—“is on me.”

He swiped the card and gave it back to me.

“Thank you,” she said the moment we were alone. “You didn’t have to do that.” She tucked a chunk of hair behind her ear, revealing a lobe with a good-sized diamond earring in the center. “I suppose with that, you’ve earned yourself an introduction.” With the same hand, she reached across the air between us. “Rowan.”

Rowan, I repeated in my head.

A name as unique as her.

“Cooper Spade,” I replied, clasping our fingers together, the warmth of her hand a welcome temperature. “A pleasure to meet you.”

“And you.”

Questions filled my head at a speed I wasn’t accustomed to.

Normally, in scenarios like this, when I found the woman next to me completely irresistible, I asked very little and didn’t absorb much of what was replied. I didn’t care enough to. What I wanted, what I desired, was skin on skin. The scent of latex and sweat filling my nose. The sound of moans in my ears.

I wasn’t sure why Rowan’s answers felt relevant.

Maybe I just wanted to hear more of her voice.

Yes. That had to be the reason.

“What brings you to Lake Louise?” she asked before I had a chance to say anything.

“What makes you think I’m not a local?”

I licked across my lip, and her eyes followed my tongue, her legs uncrossing and recrossing.

She was paying attention.

Her thoughts were going exactly where I wanted them to.

Where mine were, which was fucking dreaming of her pussy and what it would taste like if my tongue was swiping her clit.

Goddamn it, I wished I weren’t flying out soon.

“I assume, if you lived here, you’d be at home or at work, but certainly not on the roads, where a foot of snow per hour has been accumulating.”

I laughed. “Good assumption.” I stretched my arm across the bar, carefully avoiding where she was leaning against it. “I’m here on business. Flying out in a couple of hours.”

Her brows rose. “You’re sure about that?”

I liked how she wasn’t cocky when she challenged me. She had a more teasing nature.

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